The Crowd

I'm afraid of the work to be done
to turn these rocks to stone walls
and turn those walls into my home
Because in the end the roof could fall
Would I start again or abandon it all?

The crowd my mind conjured call out to the coward
howling at me and pointing
Ushers flee
and flowers thrown down in hope at the start of the show
turn to ash on the stage
The house lights are turned down low
to cut the performer from the wrath they all feel
which is fucking stupid
because the crowd isn't real

We couldn't afford to avoid another head-on collision
with our former masters
We wouldn't find out til later that they were the same people
that we pretended to be
You shouldn't fall out with everybody
who cannot meet you eye-to-eye
They're maybe just trying to focus on something deeper
that you can't see yet

The crowd my mind conjured call out to the coward
howling at me and pointing
Ushers flee
and flowers thrown down in hope at the start of the show
turn to ash on the stage
The house lights are turned down low
to cut the performer from the wrath they all feel
which is fucking stupid
because the crowd isn't real

Remember, remember your brain isn't kind
Breathe and ignore
Remember, remember your brain isn't kind
I am not that thought
I am more.